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Entrance

Rhys was feeling pretty stiff in his gray suit. Not that he didn't look dapper or anything in it (at least he thought he looked pretty damn good) but he was more accustomed to jeans and t-shirts and button-downs. His tie was even still loose as he came up to the entrance and offered a handshake to the groom and the large golem that seemed to be doing all the talking. There were already a few other faces there, all familiar only by look but not by name, so he offered them each a small nod for a greeting before turning to Jack and the giant golem at his side.

"Congrats, man," he said, eyes a little squinty as he tried to figure out where he'd seen the groom before. The golem he was sure he'd never seen before, and when time came to shake its hand he couldn't help the smirk.

"And thanks for the invite. Didn't even know hunters did the whole marriage thing, to be honest."

Bridal party

"You're right, no one said that," Gretchen agreed, grinning widely up at her friend before her attention dipped to the box as Chel removed the lid. The Death trainee leaned closer, sliding to the edge of the chair she'd sat herself in so she could get a good look. "Oh!"

Flower crowns, like the one the bride's cousin was currently wearing. Pale features lit up as Gretchen reached for the one with whit and lavender flowers, turning it in her hands so she could take it all in. "Chel, they're gorgeous. Thanks darlin'." Not only gorgeous, but incredibly sweet. Still smiling, she got to her feet so she could use a mirror while placing it carefully in her styled hair. "There, perfect."

A second or two to admire the crown, then she was turning to help assist the bride. Though she did keep an eye on Abbi. Poor thing had alright cried a time or two, and she was wary of a third time. The box of tissues were within reaching range is needed, just in case.

"So you gettin' hitched. That mean I can't hit on you no more?"

Bridal party

"Well, isn't the dress itself traditionally the somethin' new?" At the reminder, Gretchen was glancing around the room. She paused as she apparently thought of something, and reached back for the clasp of her necklace so she could remove it, holding it out for Chel's approval. "Here, somethin' borrowed."

If there was anything that could make him calm down and stop fretting, it was Solia. Always wanting to put a brave front on for her he took deep breaths to calm down.

And then began to fret about her instead.

Jason wasn't a fool, his growing experience in the infirmary telling him something wasn't right. She looked malnourished, underweight even, and the location of the bandage spoke volumes as to the type of injury it may be covering up, considering he had applied similar bandages himself.

And yet, he had no idea as to why she looked so ill. She always told him she was fine, it was nothing to worry about, brushing off his inquiries and reassuring him there wasn't anything wrong.

He sighed, covering his worries with a big smile and tried to look concerned about this wedding instead.

Interior

Porter he barely remembered, but Diana he knew somewhat--at least, between Twitter and Chel mentioning her new hair dye friend before. Though they weren't sharing the same mind at the moment, both hunter and weapon moved as one: Owain took Diana's hand first, delicately, while Jack shook Porter's with his.

If either of them had suffered the grail hallucination at the hospital, the green markings between the golem's brows would look a little familiar. (And perhaps a little disturbing as well in context.)

"Thank you," Jack said with a small nod, looking uncomfortable about saying much else to people who were otherwise strangers to him. Perhaps that was why his weapon was out at all.

"It is a delight to see everyone here," said weapon chirped, leaves rustling with every little movement, even the wrinkle of his smile around the eyes. "I would not worry about house sized companions, however! I am at the very limit of this vessel, and as you can see," he lifted his head, and his antlers scratched along the ceiling before he bent it back down again, (and one would note then that the giant was in a small stoop to stay inside), "I am perfectly house-safe."

He paused and then chuckled softly, picking at his pince-nez. "Goodness, my manners! My name--"

And there came Solia with it. Jack raised his brows a bit (well, at least he didn't look nervous at all) as the Death hunter approached, and then remembered that Jason was dating her. Owain chortled and had to fix his glasses again; such were the woes of a creature with poor eyesight and quite a flat nose.

"Many delights, my dear, many delights," he said to Solia, taking her hand as well in greeting as he had for Diana before letting her slip off. "Though I would say this was quite the opposite of what you described, believe you me. Do deliver us a pictograph of your handsome knight!"

"He's somewhat lost in time," Jack explained to those gathered. "Still baffled by my phone, actually."

"Is it not a marvelous invention?" Owain tittered at Max and Diana immediately, eyes alight. "Messages sent faster than you can blink an eye, a library's worth of information stored for mobility, the ability to entertain one for hours on end..."

After shaking Rhys' hand, Jack gave a small shrug. "There's no legal benefit here since we don't have taxes," he said. "Hell, some might consider it more of a con than a pro. So it's more a personal choice--a little piece of normal. Don't we at least deserve that, given what we do?"

Earlier in the day

Chris snapped a picture of himself when he put his flower crown on. He even held up a cute peace sign. He immediately sent it to Dawson.

Earlier in the day

Chris sent another picture, this time making a clearly disgusted face. It was comical with the flowers.

Unfortunate

It's unclear if he's off island and incommunicado or just on leave, but the invitation goes both unopened and unacknowledged for some time. In the end, Leslie doesn't make it at all.

Several days after the event, Jack simply gets a text: